Anal

Alone at home, wearing a thong and red lipstick, I looked in the mirror and felt no shame. I felt something far more interesting.

I had waited months for that Saturday. High heels, lace lingerie, the estate all to myself. No one was supposed to see me. Then Roberto from the estate across the way arrived.

I went to the gym without underwear on purpose, so everything would show. After weeks of stares, he finally came over with a proposition that left no room for doubt.

When Elena opened the door, drenched and out of options, her look said it all before she even offered the night in words. Mother and daughter, fixed price.

Three days unable to use the bathroom, a luxury office, and a trans doctor who charged me her own way. What happened inside there isn’t forgotten.

When I suggested to Valeria that she share my boyfriend and my brother, she was left speechless. What happened next in the dungeon was impossible to forget.

When she leaned over in front of me on the leg press, I knew that Monday at quarter to seven wasn’t going to be a normal workout.

We invited him home with a promise of no rules. What happened on that sofa that night shattered everything we thought we knew about us.

Three coworkers invited her to stay behind when the building was empty. Sofía said yes, but on her terms.

A few months ago I told you about Camila’s first threesome. This time, when she sat down on my bed again, I knew the story would be even more intense.

She’d been dancing with a stranger on the floor for twenty minutes. When he suggested going up to the bathroom, she said yes without imagining what would happen next.

The zipper opened and two heads appeared as if they’d been waiting their turn for a while. We weren’t surprised. We didn’t cover up either.

I climbed the stairs to his building with my thong already soaked. I had no idea that stranger was going to split me in two before midnight.

Bjarne explained the tradition to us as the fire crackled. Before he even finished speaking, we already knew we were going to say yes.

When she adjusted his posture for the third time and he felt the pressure under his shorts, he decided that morning’s session was going to be very different from the others.

He’d spent three days in Cartagena paying for encounters that ended with the same surprise, until she walked into the bar and everything changed.

My heels were killing me and the wig was itching, but when that man looked at me from across the room, I knew the night had only just begun.

When I opened the bathroom door and saw Sandra in that little skirt and red-painted lips, I knew the original plan no longer existed.

Andrés had spent months looking for a way out and found it where he least should have: in his own wife’s body.

Martín arrived with a ladder and a toolbox. Doña Carmen saw him from the window taking off his shirt in the sun and knew the job would be a long one.